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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Women are evil creatures boy. Evil. Every Go**amn last one of ‘em,” Thunk- the shovel smacks on it’s target. “Do ya hear me BOY? Every one of ‘em.” Thunk. “Yes Daddy.” the eight year old agreed with his old man, as blood spatters across his face. “N, this ‘un, this ‘un was just like yer Mama. Lyin’, cheatin’ whores, all of ‘em.” Pappa explains, eyes a little wild as he finishes his gory work on wife number 5. “Now git in that barn 'n' bury her, don’t wanna see her face no more.” When Pappa tells ya to do something, you get right to it. Otherwise, you might end up like one of his wives. Eight year old Thomas takes everything in. From a baby, his Pappa started teaching him all the right ways of the world. Pappa taught him men are to be revered, no matter what. Animals are to be used, then kilt when they ain’t no good, money was to be made in an honest, hard working way, and women were slaves. Soon as they get to sassin’, it’s a sure sign they’re out there assin’. Then like the animals, they ain’t no more good and need to be “done away with”. Thomas followed his Pappa’s creed, down to a tee. And when Pappa died, Thomas took over that farm and continued his father’s legacy. Sittin’ in that chair, eyes covered, hands strapped, a preacher a preachin’, Thomas thought about his own wife number eight. The bit** got away. He was only doin’ what his Pappa taught him. Thomas considered his self a good ole boy. Hard workin’, couldn’t understand why he was a sittin’ in that chair with that preacher a preachin’. But the one who got away, yep. She tole on him alright. Cops came and got him that night, And when they went through that old barn, they found what they called,"Derenged." Thomas didn’t understand. He was only doin’ his Pappa’s demand. Honorable Mention in Nathan Dilt's contest, "The Opposite Sex". A. Green
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